Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Jamaica and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Echospace to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Audionom. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
The Mojo Men,
Brothers Johnson,
John Coltrane,
Quando Quango,
The Gap Band,
Roxette,
Half Japanese,
Mission of Burma,
Eric Dolphy,
Alice Coltrane,
Supertramp,
Mandrill,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Amazonics,
The New Christs,
Susan Cadogan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
E-Dancer,
Babytalk,
Leonard Cohen,
The Human League,
Pet Shop Boys,
Porter Ricks,
Lou Christie,
John Holt,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scan 7,
Ossler,
Erasure,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Severed Heads,
Loose Ends,
The Young Rascals,
DJ Sneak,
These Immortal Souls,
Crash Course in Science,
John Lydon,
Spandau Ballet,
Gang Gang Dance,
Harmonia,
Arthur Verocai,
DNA,
Pharoah Sanders,
Saccharine Trust,
Pantytec,
The Beau Brummels,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Swans,
Los Fastidios,
Thee Headcoats,
Ronnie Foster,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Malaria!,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Martian,
The Neon Judgement,
Fad Gadget,
Technova,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.